(no subject)
The words don’t flow nearly as freely as how they used to come to shape. I’ve gone at least a year without writing anything inspirational, at least to myself. My mindset has been lost into the realm of the “real world”. You know, the one you always hear about growing up but cannot possibly conceive how it could be much different. Until, that is, you’ve trapped yourself in a web like a little insect.
At that point, I can only imagine they gain the feeling of hopelessness, much like I’ve been experiencing for some time passed now. Any motivation gathered has been lost to a new interest within a short time span, repeating indefinitely. On a smaller scale, I already feel like deleting what has been written just now.
I’m rusty.
All of my imagination has seemingly vanished. The dreams I used to gaze of, not long ago, have been lost from my mind for an unhealthy period of time.
I’m like a train. A train, where nobody was quite sure of the destination, but knew it was an expensive journey. They knew it was heading somewhere one can only hope to visit. They all were willing to bet it’d make it. Alas, derailed.
I cannot fathom how to climb out of this mess of life I have created for myself. There is no purpose, or at least none that I’m on my way to achieving.
I so very desperately want to keep learning. I haven’t learned anything good for my life in such a long time, that it’s hard to comprehend how I ever had the intelligence to ponder so elegantly.
The first step towards getting where I want to be, is to never reveal myself to anyone in an essay such as this ever again. Starting….now.
At that point, I can only imagine they gain the feeling of hopelessness, much like I’ve been experiencing for some time passed now. Any motivation gathered has been lost to a new interest within a short time span, repeating indefinitely. On a smaller scale, I already feel like deleting what has been written just now.
I’m rusty.
All of my imagination has seemingly vanished. The dreams I used to gaze of, not long ago, have been lost from my mind for an unhealthy period of time.
I’m like a train. A train, where nobody was quite sure of the destination, but knew it was an expensive journey. They knew it was heading somewhere one can only hope to visit. They all were willing to bet it’d make it. Alas, derailed.
I cannot fathom how to climb out of this mess of life I have created for myself. There is no purpose, or at least none that I’m on my way to achieving.
I so very desperately want to keep learning. I haven’t learned anything good for my life in such a long time, that it’s hard to comprehend how I ever had the intelligence to ponder so elegantly.
The first step towards getting where I want to be, is to never reveal myself to anyone in an essay such as this ever again. Starting….now.